Infrastructure masters in the red building

When Shuangwen's father committed the crime, Shuangwen was still young, and he didn't even have any impression of this father who only knew how to paint diligently in the studio all day long.

What impresses her the most is actually the peaceful and peaceful life she lived under the protection and care of her parents when she was a child, the sense of stability and security that she never had to worry about the future, and didn't need to be afraid that the bamboo ruler would hit her in the next moment .

In Jiaofang Division for more than ten years, all her energy was spent on protecting herself, so that she never thought about why she lost her parents and the life she once had.

But now she has no worries about food and clothing, and begins to pursue the ideal and meaning of life.

But when she faced the picture of the concubine Ming in front of her, this question suddenly came to her:

What changed the trajectory of her life, and changed her from a coquettish girl who always nestled in her mother's arms to a maid who was always in fear and fear and didn't know how to protect herself.

"I can't paint because of the mood, I killed Mao Yanshou in vain at that time..."

When Shuangwen read this sentence, he also felt a little ironic.

This is a poem written by Wang Jinggong to satirize Emperor Han Yuan and at the same time express his sympathy for Wang Zhaojun - he said that the concubine Ming was born so beautiful that no skilled painter could capture that wonderful expression.The king only knows people through paintings, so he ordered the concubine Ming to go out of the fortress to get married, but in the end he killed the painter because of this.

It's mocking throughout.

It is shameful enough to sacrifice a woman's lifelong happiness in exchange for peace in the frontier.But this king killed the painter who couldn't paint the beauty because the woman he was close to was too beautiful?

But it's all for his own selfishness. Did this soft-headed Han Yuandi think about her for a moment?

When the painting slowly unfolded in front of Shuangwen, and when Shuangwen recognized her father's handwriting and handwriting, Shuangwen seriously considered for the first time what made her life like this now.

"Miss Shuangwen, are you okay?" The shopkeeper of the calligraphy and painting shop was quite worried, "Would you like to rest in the shop for a while, and I will find someone to send Brother Li?"

But Shuangwen blinked, his face was covered with a layer of frost, and said: "No need. You write a receipt, I will take this painting back today. Li Qingsong will come to settle the settlement with you someday."

The shopkeeper felt relieved, bowed his waist and sent her out the door.

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Fuya accompanied Shuangwen back to Rongfu, the little girl occasionally turned her head back and reminded in a low voice: "Sister Shuangwen, I seem to have seen Brother Qingsong."

"What about him?" Shuang Wen's face was still frosty, but she knew that Li Qingsong might have heard what Lian Xiaohe said in Rouge Square earlier, "It's better than marrying a young man", and poked Li Qingsong's heart.This kid is afraid that he is making a fuss right now, so he refuses to show up.

But what does it matter, this matter is her own.

Shuangwen took Fuya home, put down all his things, didn't care what Li Qingsong was doing, put on a big cloak, covered his head and face with a hood, and went out again.

This time she came to Baigongfang and asked to see shopkeeper Ren.Helplessly, shopkeeper Ren was not there, and the person acting on his behalf swears that he will notify Miss Shuangwen as soon as shopkeeper Ren returns.

The next day, shopkeeper Ren came in person and waited in Ningrong Back Street, and invited someone to the Grand View Garden to inform Shuangwen to meet him.

"But what's the matter with Mr. Jia?" Shopkeeper Ren asked hastily when he saw Shuangwen.

Shuangwen hurriedly saluted: "I'm really sorry that I disturbed the shopkeeper. It's not that the third master has any orders today, but that Shuangwen has some personal matters, and I want to ask the shopkeeper Ren for help."

"Private matter?" Shopkeeper Ren was even more surprised, and after a glance, he saw Li Qingsong poking his head outside the door, but he didn't dare to come in.

Shuangwen ignored the movement outside, and told Shopkeeper Ren about the entrustment on his own, and finally bowed solemnly, saying: "This matter is indeed Shuangwen's private matter, there is no reason to ask Shopkeeper Ren, but... also Shuangwen really can't find anyone to help."

Shopkeeper Ren was also very surprised when he heard this, and asked for a long time: "You want to investigate the old case of the painter named Mei in the palace nearly 20 years ago?"

Shuangwen lowered her head, but her tone was very firm: "Yes!"

Shopkeeper Ren rubbed his hands for a long time, finally made up his mind, and said: "Okay, for the sake of the cooperation between our two companies for many years, thanks to Miss Shuangwen, please give Lao Ren some time, and Lao Ren will help you to investigate. "

Shuangwen wept with joy, and blessed the shopkeeper again and again.She had a vague premonition that a big stone that had been on her heart for a long time was about to be lifted, but Shuangwen had never thought about how she should deal with it after knowing the truth of the year.

But if you teach her not to investigate, she will feel that the big stone has been stuck in her heart, making her unable to breathe...

Jia Fang once mentioned the word "ego", and Shuangwen now feels that he is like this, trapped in obsession, almost unable to extricate himself.

In the Grand View Garden, both Changcui Temple and Nuanxiangwu are under construction, and Shuangwen falls into this anxiety about "ego" every day, only when she goes to the small courtyard behind Changcui Temple every day Taking a look, according to Jia Fang's teaching, when she thought about how to create the "dry landscape" of Zen, she felt that the obsession in her heart was a little loose.

But this looseness is temporary, as soon as he returns to his daily life, Shuangwen will be troubled by anxiety again.Neither the Sun family nor Fuya can solve it.As for Li Qingsong, he has never entered this garden recently.

A few more days later, Shuangwen sat in the courtyard behind the Quicui nunnery on this day.Quicui nunnery is under construction, and there are constant sounds of chiseling, sawing, hammering and filing.Shuangwen remained indifferent, sitting motionless the whole time.

Suddenly, someone came in and sent a message, saying that someone was waiting outside and wanted to send a message to Shuangwen.Shuangwen got up quickly, and slipped out through the back corner door of the Grand View Garden, and sure enough, she saw someone waiting for her.

"Is the shopkeeper Ren entrusting someone to pass the message..." Shuangwen was excited, walking in a hurry, and even panting.

"If you want to meet someone who knows the truth about the past, wait in front of the archway at the entrance of Datong Alley at noon tomorrow." But I don’t know who is the shopkeeper, the ghost shopkeeper, I will run errands to spread the word when people give money.”

After finishing speaking, the idle man stretched out his hands to reward him with a shy face, Shuangwen had to fumble for a few pennies from his sleeve to give him, and the idle man went away with gratitude.

However, Shuangwen became more and more determined that it should be the shopkeeper Ren who entrusted someone to deliver the letter to her, otherwise he would not have chosen Datongxiangkou specially for this reason.

The next day, of course she went.A moment earlier, he was waiting under the deck.

Unexpectedly, before noon, a small sedan chair for four people creaked and stopped under the archway, and stopped directly under the archway, with the bearers resting aside.

At noon, the four bearers suddenly stood up at the same time. Two bearers pushed up the sedan chair, and the chair bars rushed down. Yes, there's no one in there.

Shuangwen stared at the strange sedan chair for a while, and suddenly realized that the sedan chair was actually waiting for him.

When I get on this sedan chair, I don't know where I will go.

If she got on this sedan chair, she would actually put her life in the hands of others.She was alone, and God knows what others would do to her.

But she was desperate for an answer.

If she missed this opportunity for nothing, she thought that she would spend the rest of her life in regret and suspicion.It is unlikely that she will ever find peace and freedom to pursue what she wants to achieve.

Shuangwen stood there in a daze, staring at the bearers with big eyes.Suddenly she made up her mind, quickly approached the sedan chair, stepped over the sedan chair, and got into the sedan chair.

The bearers worked together, laid the sedan chair flat, lowered the curtain, and lifted up the small sedan chair. It disappeared in this busy city in central Beijing.

Shuangwen bumped around in the sedan chair for an unknown amount of time, and finally reached the ground.The sedan chair was lowered.There was no sound around.

Shuangwen hesitated to lift the curtain of the sedan chair and stepped out of the sedan chair, only to see that the bearers had completely evacuated.She has a sedan chair with her, and she is now in a small courtyard.This small courtyard is surrounded by courtyard walls on three sides, facing south and facing north, it is a brick house with a width of three rooms.There are thick curtains hanging on the door, and mulberry window paper on the windows.

Shuangwen cleared his throat and asked, "Is anyone there?"

No one answered.

Shuangwen took courage, stepped forward, came to the tile-roofed house, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, and saw that the door of the room was open, but there was a thick curtain hanging on the door, and the sunlight followed the curtain she opened. The gap shines in, revealing countless fine dust floating in the air.

Shuangwen plucked up her courage again and asked, "Excuse me, the little girl has come in."

"Put that curtain down!"

On the opposite side of Shuangwen, an old voice shrieked.

Shuangwen was frightened, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the curtain covering the door was lowered, covering all the sunlight.The room was very dark, and the person who had just spoken could be vaguely seen sitting on the Eight Immortals table facing the gate, facing Shuangwen.

However, that moment just now was enough for Shuangwen to see the other person's appearance clearly: it was an old man with white beard and hair, squinting, sitting on a chair with a cane in his arms, his appearance and facial features made Shuangwen feel extremely familiar.

She suffered a disaster at a young age, and her family's appearance has long been vague to her.

But I don't know if it's because of the blood connection, those memories that were firmly sealed in my mind when I was young are all rushing out like a spring.

In an instant, she remembered her father's handsome face and her mother's gentle eyebrows.Even the aroma of plum blossoms in the corner of the small courtyard at home, and the smell of food when the cooking smoke rose, all flooded into her mind at once, out of control.

And this one in front of me, what explanation do I need?

Shuangwen walked forward step by step in the dark house, came to the man, knelt on the ground, stretched out his hands trembling, and gently supported the crutch held by the old man.

She cried: "Grandfather—" There was a burst of pride in her heart, and then a burst of sadness.

Proudly, the person in front of her is her grandfather, old Ming Gong Shan Ziye, a master of landscape and gardening that even Jia Fang admired.

The sad thing is that her life experience is wandering, her parents are long gone, and she never thought that her grandfather was still alive.

If she had known earlier that she still had such a relative living in the world, she wouldn't have, wouldn't have... Shuangwen's tears rolled down like beads with a broken thread.

The eyes of the old man who called himself "Shan Ziye" in front of him didn't look very good, but when he heard Shuangwen's trembling cry, Old Ming Gong immediately stretched his hand into the air: "You are...you are, Amei?"

"grandfather!"

"Amei...you and your mother are born exactly the same..."

There is no doubt about the double text. Her real name is a word "Mei", which is taken from the "There is a beautiful person in the Mee of the water" in the Book of Songs.And Shuangwen is the name she gave herself after she entered the Jiaofang Division, pitying her life experience.She wanted to erase all the past that belonged to "Amei", but she never thought that she could pick it up again this day.

Shuangwen quickly took hold of his grandfather's hand with tears streaming down his face, and refused to let go.

From this day on, Shuangwen would rush to the archway in Datong Lane every three days. At this time, a small sedan chair would pick her up, walk for an hour, and take her to a secluded courtyard.Here, Shuangwen will talk with his grandfather for a while, clean up the house for him, and take care of his grandfather's diet and daily life.

Old Minggong Shan Ziye has difficulty seeing with both eyes, so he no longer paints, and the room is usually dark without any lights.But I don't know who is taking care of it every day. Someone will deliver three meals a day, someone will clean the bucket every day, and someone will come to help the elderly change clothes and wash the next day.When asked, Shan Ziye only said that he was a kind neighbor, and Shuangwen believed it.

Shuangwen accidentally asked about Shanziye's gardening, and he was still able to answer fluently, which made Shuangwen both proud and regretful.

But she has not found the opportunity to ask her grandfather how her father was convicted.Or Shuangwen was afraid of touching the sad things of his grandfather, so he held back every time he said it.

Until this day, Shuangwen visited Shanziye, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly heard his grandfather humming a tune, only to hear him humming softly, the old man's words were slurred, and the words of the tune were extremely difficult to understand.

Fortunately, Shan Ziye was humming over and over again, and Shuangwen gradually understood it. He just felt that it was a sledgehammer hitting his chest, and Shan Ziye sang the same sentence "The origin of the mood cannot be drawn. At that time Killing Mao Yanshou in vain"...

She suddenly didn't want to wait any longer, bent her knees, knelt down in front of Shan Ziye, clasped her grandfather's hands in both hands, and said in a trembling voice: "Grandfather, how did my father be convicted back then... what kind of crime was it? As for the beheading and ransacking?"

Shan Ziye let out an "ah" and repeated it with a doubtful tone: "Behead your head and ransack your house?"

He immediately put down the question of double texts, shook his head and sang: "...the painting can't be done, that killed Mao Yanshou in vain at that time..."

Shuangwen burst into tears, she knew that her grandfather must have been stimulated, and once she asked about the reason why the Mei family was convicted, it aroused her grandfather's heart disease.So this matter must not be mentioned or said, otherwise it will inevitably make the old man lose his mind.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the curtain of Shan Ziye's house was lifted, and a young man's clear voice sounded: "Miss Mei?"

The young man seemed to be concerned about old man Ming's eye disease, just as a little light came in from outside the door, he lowered the curtain again.

Shuangwen quickly reached out to wipe away the tears on his face, gently shook his grandfather's hand, and then turned to go out.Behind her, Old Ming Gong was still babbling and singing: "You killed Mao Yanshou in vain..."

Shuangwen left the dark room, suddenly felt that it was too bright, and had to build a pergola with his hands, squinting at the person coming.

In front of her stood a very good-looking young man in his twenties, about the same age as Jia Fang, and even his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Jia Fang.If he hadn't stood in front of Shuangwen in plain clothes, without the ugly fish jade pendant and stone seal around his waist, Shuangwen might have thought he had seen Jia Fang.

"My maidservant has seen this young master, and is grateful for his careful care of grandfather."

Shuangwen knew that the person who sent someone to take care of her grandfather every day, and often picked her up to visit, must be the person in front of her.

"You don't have to be polite. I also met Old Ming Gong by coincidence. I heard that the girl was collecting the paintings of Lingzu and your father a while ago, so I boldly tried to invite the girl over. Don't blame Miss Mei." The other party bowed politely. .

Shuangwen hurried back to return the blessing, feeling a little strange, whether it was because the person in front of him was too similar to Jia Fangsheng, or because he was too considerate and thoughtful to Shan Ziye.She faintly felt that something was wrong, but seeing that the other party had good intentions, she shouldn't doubt it.

I met him today, but the other party only left a name, his surname is Hang, and his name is Hang Dezhou. After leaving his name, he left without saying anything.

Shuangwen is still the same, there will be a bearer to pick her up and send her back to the archway at the entrance of Datong Lane, so it will take a total of half a day to go back and forth.When Shuangwen got off the sedan chair, he saw Li Qingsong waiting like an idiot, huddled under the archway.

Shuangwen didn't say anything, since she reunited with her grandfather, she felt that she and Li Qingsong couldn't talk anymore.It's not that they despise Li Qingsong as the son of a remarried widow, nor do they deceive him into being a slave, it's just that they have something on their minds, and when facing Li Qingsong, they often don't know what to say.

After that, Shuangwen still went to see Shan Ziye every three days, and Nahang Dezhou occasionally appeared.

Shuang Wen was patient, and never mentioned the past about his father's crime, so as not to irritate his grandfather again.Unexpectedly, this day Hang Dezhou came over and stayed in the Shanzi wild courtyard. When he saw Shuangwen coming out, he said straight to his face: "Miss Mei, I really admire your patience."

"Don't you really want to know how Ling Zu ended up in today's field? How did you end up in today's field?"

Shuangwen said with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye: "If the young master is willing to give advice, I will let Shuangwen know."

"Shuangwen, Shuangwen, you are a beautiful woman with a hard life," Hang Dezhou read Shuangwen's name twice, and sighed: "But you are not destined to be like this, but have suffered a great injustice, do you know?"

Shuangwen lowered her head, and spoke again, with a nasal tone between her words: "Please advise, my lord."

At this time, Shan Ziye walked out of his dark hut, leaning on his crutches.The old man probably hadn't gone out for a long time, and when he walked out of the house suddenly, his eyesight became dizzy, and he fell down the front steps of the house with a "gudong".

Shuangwen and Hang Dezhou rushed to support him, only to see Shan Ziye throwing away his crutches, covering his eyes with his hands, and giggling silly.

Shuangwen was sad in his heart, and finally couldn't help asking: "Grandfather, how...how did this happen?"

Hang Dezhou immediately said: "Lingzu was implicated because of his father's crime, hurt his eyes, and sometimes his mind... By the way, do you remember your father's crime?"

At this moment, Shuangwen obviously had one foot in front of the truth she wanted, but he hesitated instead, and replied after a while: "I remember a little, I was too young at that time, I only knew that I was convicted and ransacked the house, and my father asked me to kill him."

"Do you know that your father was questioned because of an inadvertent painting of the emperor's beloved?"

"The emperor's beloved?" Shuangwen asked blankly.

Hang Dezhou sighed and said, "It's really pitiful."

He immediately told the story of Mei Ruohong's conviction: the story is also very simple.As a court painter, Mei Ruohong was tasked with drawing portraits for members of the royal family.But at that time, His Majesty the Emperor fell in love with a woman outside the palace, so he ordered Mei Ruohong to paint for her.

Mei Ruohong took the order and left, asked the woman to sit for half a day, drew a sketch, and after finishing the refinement, first handed over the sample draft to His Majesty the Emperor for review.

Unexpectedly, before he finished the manuscript, the woman passed away.

The portrait in Mei Ruohong's hand became the portrait of the emperor's "beloved".When His Majesty was sad, he ordered Mei Ruohong to paint a perfect portrait no matter what, for His Majesty to commemorate his lover.

Unexpectedly, when Mei Ruohong was finishing the final draft, a message was sent behind his back saying that His Majesty the Emperor had arrived.Mei Ruohong was taken aback, and with a flick of the pen in his hand, he painted horizontally on the face of the person in the painting, instantly painting the person's delicate face.

"This painting fell into the eyes of the emperor, and it became the evidence of your father's 'big treason'. He immediately ordered his father to be detained and interrogated in three courts. His father did not survive the torture, and confessed that he believed that the woman was having sex with the emperor without a matchmaker. He was dissatisfied, so he intentionally vilified him. He was sentenced to death immediately, implicating his parents, wife and children. Lingzu's eyes were broken at that time."

Shuangwen listened for a while with his head down, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "Young master Hang, I see that you are about the same age as me. When my family was convicted, I was still young, so you must be the same. How did you know these inside stories? ?”

Hang Dezhou's handsome brows had been frowning before, but when he heard Shuangwen's rhetorical question, he relaxed, and said old-fashionedly: "She's a smart girl!"

Shuangwen immediately lowered his head again, looking at his nose and heart, waiting for the other party's explanation.

"I'm not arguing with you, and there's no need to explain to you," Hang Dezhou said coldly, "When you worked as a servant in a big family, you must have some contacts yourself, and you can find out the past."

"I'll tell you something else after you've verified the past and cleared up the doubts in your heart." Hang Dezhou didn't seem to want to waste time on Shuangwen at all, so he turned around and left.

Shuangwen was silent for a while, and suddenly heard Shan Ziye laughing beside him, the laughter was bright and hearty, and I don't know what happy past events he remembered.A wave of grief welled up in her heart again, and a wave of resentment gradually accumulated in her heart, but she had nowhere to vent, so she had to help her grandfather up and send him back to the house to settle down.

Although Hang Dezhou flung his sleeves away, the sedan chair to pick up Shuangwen still arrived on time, and sent Shuangwen back to the pailou at the entrance of Datong Alley.

As soon as Shuangwen got off the sedan chair, he saw Li Qingsong waiting for him on the other side of the archway with shopkeeper Ren, his face full of fear.